Re-posted my Christmas poem for the holiday season .

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the townNot a Mustang was growling, not even a Roush.The Stangs were all parked in our garages with care,In hopes the new show season will soon be here.The Oil was changed to protect the heads,I sure hope the battery, doesn’t go dead;and mamma was complaining, I was taking a nap ! Was just getting tired of taking her Crap.When out from the street came such a roar,I sprang from the couch and went to the door.When, what did my wondering eyes look and see.,but the spirit of ”Carroll Shelby” in a 500 GTThat little old driver , changing gears so quick;I Knew in a moment it was a short throw stick.More rapid then Hemi’s his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted and called them by name; “ Now Steeda, Jack Roush and Steve Saleen Let’s keep that “Bullet” coming Mr. McQueen !A Mach 1 and a Boss were burning up tread;both had their tach’s , pegged into the red !Pistons were stroking and tires were smoking,I was laughing so hard, I was almost choking.Ran out to my driveway to give them a shout;Please give me a second to pull my one out ! ,but all I could hear as they drove out of sight,Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good night.